You Again

Ginny Weasley yawned and stretched, blinking her eyes into focus. The Sun shone brightly through the white muslin curtains, causing her to groan and hide her face beneath the bed-covers. Ginny hated mornings - these mornings in particular. Monday Mornings. She swung her legs off the bed and threw the covers back, the sudden cold breeze sending a chill running down her spine. Ginny slowly began to go about her morning rituals before finally making it down to breakfast. Just as she was about to spoon some Glow Grains (a kind of glow in the dark Wizard Cereal) the doorbell rang shrilly through her apartment.

She opened the door to see a tall figure wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled up leaning against her porch. The man lazily chewed on some Wizard Gum (what makes it different is the fact that it never loses it's taste) before stomping into Ginny's apartment. Ginny continued to stand by the door too shocked to move. Then, snapping back to her senses she snatched a knife off of the kitchen surface next to her and waved it around lamely trying to look menacing. This caused the intruder to smirk.

"Do stop that, unless of course, you were aiming to make a fool of yourself. In which case, feel free to carry on," and then he helped himself to an apple from the fruit bowl on her dining table.

"Get your hands off of my fruit!" Ginny yelled and then closed her eyes, bowed her head, " If you came to take my money then take what you want - just don't hurt me! But if you came to kill me then...then I'll just have to run I guess," she opened her eyes in surprise when she heard laughter.

"Virginia I had no such intentions, although - if you are offering all your money then..." Ginny narrowed her eyes in suspicion. The stranger knew her name...maybe he wasn't such a stranger after all.

Ginny made the rash decision to dash across the room and attempt to pull his hood down, however the man merely flicked his wand and sent her flying into the air.

'Aha!' Ginny thought, momentarily forgetting that she was flying towards the ceiling, 'so he's a wizard.'

"PUT ME DOWN!" she roared as fiercely as she could, and she suddenly thought with a disgusted jolt, that she sounded just like her mother.

"Well, I don't really feel like it. But...I'll put you down if you agree to this one thing." Ginny nodded encouragingly, seeing as she could feel the blood rushing to her head as she was stuck to the ceiling. "That is, that you allow me to share an apartment with you."

"WHAT?! Why?" Ginny asked, glaring.

"Well, it's a long story, but basically I got kicked out of my house after having a big argument with my father."

"What? You still live at home? But you must be about 22!"

"23 actually. By the way, have you forgotten that I have you currently suspended from the ceiling? Don't you want to come down?"

"Yes. But I don't even know who you are. Why do you want to live with me of all people anyhow?"

"Well, for various reasons I cannot contact my acquaintances, and everyone else I could think of hated me far too much to even consider sharing a house with me."

"Hmm...what makes you think that I don't hate you?"

"You are too gentle to hate. Now please, what is this - 20 questions? Yes or No?"
Ginny thought carefully for a moment. A mental list of pros and cons went through her mind,

Pros:

You would finally be let down from the ceiling

You do get kind of lonely sometimes

You might be able to force him to pay rent

He might be hot

You might be able to force him to do house work

He wouldn't attack you

You would get to see who he is.

Cons:

You don't even know who he is

He might ruin your privacy

You might not be able to force him to pay rent

He might be butt ugly

You might not be able to force him to do house work

He might be an escaped convicted murderer

But she did kind of feel sorry for him. It sounded like he had no friends or anything. So she silently nodded, yes.

"Well, just sign here so you cannot pull out of it. Oh, and this is a wizards contract so you cannot break it," Ginny sighed and made a poor attempt at signing the scroll upside down. When she finished the man flicked his wand again and with a loud bump she fell to the tiled floor.

"Hey! That hurt you know!" She got up and rubbed her arm gingerly. He sighed impatiently and lazily plonked his feet on the table his black Dr Martins making a deep thump on her shiny table.

"Rule number one mister. No feet on the table," he grumbled but put his feet back down. "Rule number two. Take that damn cloak off and show me who I have to live with." Ginny folded her arms across he chest and waited.

The man stood up and breathed heavily. He silently pulled back his thick black cloak to reveal a pale face with piercing grey/blue eyes, blonde hair. He wore a silver chain round his neck that had a tiny serpent pendant on it; he also had on a black suit with a black shirt on underneath. His black trousers hung right over his clumpy boots and he stared expectantly up at Ginny.

"Hello Virginia Weasley," he mumbled. Ginny took a step back and gasped. What had she done? She had just agreed to living with...

"Malfoy," she replied coolly trying to hide her alarm. Well done Ginny. You really are screwed aren't you? Well Bloody Done.